Tome - Rusty
The leather book Chase was "reading" started to bold certain words in the text.
… what’s … with … this … guy … ? … just … leave … it … alone
Chase looked over at Michael, who was now lying on the floor doing homework. He had headphones on, so Chase decided to answer in a soft whisper. "He's my roommate, Michael... kind of a OCD perfectionist. He likes getting me up, because apparently he can't stand people asleep after 7:am. Leave what alone?"
Chase get up, the book held in the crook of his elbow, and started gathering his things. He looked over his schedule and sighed. "Dang... I hate having math first..." he said aloud, "None of it actually makes sense, it's just a bunch of numbers..." Chase swung his backpack on his bed, sat down next to it, and continued to mock read Rusty.